Appearance: A white cat with black spots, she's a normal sized cat. With an odd-shaped black mark on her head, if often looks like you're seeing right through her on a dark night. Blue eyes sometimes look greener, although they're still called blue by most. Slender and agile, she's a figure not often seen by others.

Personality: Sprinter has a rather odd personality. She's almost like a mirror; acting however you act. She has free will, of course, but she just feels safer in that way. There's no guess-and-check, no worrying about offending others. If they're offended, well, they acted that way themselves, and had it coming. For this reason she doesn't approach others often, although if she does you could glimpse into her actually personality. She's a realist, someone who does what they need to survive, although she realizes that this means sometimes making friends. Sensitive at heart, she wears a cold expression to avoid letting others get to her head. It's just another cat, there's no reason she should be undermined, unless by her own fault of stupidity.

Dislikes: Dumb catsLakes/RiversListening to others

Likes: Being independentBeing knowledgeableRunning

Weaknesses: Keeping her mouth shut; she often speaks up at inopportune moments.Swimming. No way, no how.Paying attention is a struggle, there's just too much to watch, other than whatever it is.

Strengths: She's good with remembering things, although only from a certain age.She’s been known to be agile, caught in the act once or twice.Hearing things; she's survived off it.

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Mother: Never seen by Sprinter, although Sir tells her MidnightWalker was the name.

Father: A kittypet named Sir

Littermates: She had two brothers, Silvertounge and Oscar, although they were separated.

Aunt(s): None that she's aware of

Uncle(s): None that she's aware of

Mate: Unlikely she'll ever have one

Kits: None

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Clan: Rouge/Longer

Rank: Rouge

History: Born a rouge near the two-legged, she had a rocky start. Her earliest memory is of a gray cat, who she soon would call Sir, finding her with her brothers. One by one, they were brought to a place under a tree, where they would live their early moons. It was close to a tall place, though, that although she caught Sir calling a 'house' once or twice, he mostly called it a 'two leg nest'. Humans- two leggeds, he'd correct himself, often were seen. They once found the pitch-black brother of Sprinter, and he wasn't seen for a week, when he escaped, informing him that his name was now Oscar. He said it with a hiss, though, and never seemed quite the same again. Sprinter named herself, after realizing she was the only one without a name. Silvertounge, the grey brother who took after her father, had been named by their mother. She named herself after what she did as she ran around the trees, chasing her siblings, and catching them too. As growth happens, though, personality's will change. Oscar became a brooding cat, who rarely spoke to others. One night, in front of their father, he announced he was leaving, with a cold expression and likewise tone. He gave no reason, and his black pelt disappeared into the night. Silvertounge was the next to go, eldest, after charming a she-cat. The two wandered away in search of a new life, and Sprinters friend and favorite family member left seemingly without a care. Sprinter was the last to leave, as she'd been the last named. She needed to find a new life, and although reluctant to see her go, Sir agreed. She didn't want to wind up as a kitty-pet. So, she picked a direction, and did what she always had done. She sprinted.Carrying her name like a badge of honor, she found her way to this land. Shortly she ran into a clan, although only one member, who explained a few things to her, before "chasing" her out of the territory, as it couldn't be to suspicious. She recognized a lot of words her father had corrected his dialect with, as well as the naming system that her mother and favorite brother had used. Still, she felt no urge to join one. Her name was her favorite thing about her; she wouldn't give it up for some ugly "Silverpaw". In the surrounding area, a ways away from the encounter, she set up a sort of camp. Near a tree like the one she'd climbed as a youngster, finding a place to rest in the twisted branches. That night she slept soundly, assured she'd made the right choice in leaving, although she could already feel her heart aching for the family who'd left her, and the one she'd left.

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